Third day...man

What happened? The morning was made up mainly of folding. Mark's dad motivated us by describing the process of assembling the order of service was like poker. We had coffee and laughs of a plenty. Then we ate some deep fried fingers and rushed downstairs before Mary got back. Because of all our hard work 'The Parents' took me, Rob and Matt to Tim Hortons.

The chili was good but it went right through me. Interestingly the toilet is lovingly referred to as Steve. I went to see Steve, right after James. All was dandy, until Steve exacted his revenge on me...I ran out of the toilet 'Emergency, the toilet is flooding.' Rob 'Fix it' Littler was the man to stop the water and the floor of the apartment had it's first clean...ever. Needs must.

I'm covered in so many bruises I must have had a good time whatever it is I was doing. I was sliding down another bloody hill, that's what I was doing. I have many bruises. Sliding down an icy bumpy hill on a thin vinyl disk sounded fun from the top was fun halfway down and caused laughter at the bottom but that doesn't solve my sitting problem. But, as the emo song we were listening to on the way to the slopes goes, "I'd rather feel pain, than nothing at all'. I disagree. On a scale of 1 to silly I disagree 10.

Proverbs from this week include 'When in Rome, Orange Wednesdays'

And the phrase of the week is 'I'm putting my fut down, on her face'

More to follow.